Guilty Pleasures [Completed]

Chapter 13

Warning: Matured Content
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"Is it good?" Armin asked as I took a bite of the muffin that he baked. I nodded and took a bite again. He smiled happily and wiped the side of my lips.

"It's glutten and dairy muffin. I thought you'd like that kind of muffin so I researched some recipes." He explained, watching me savor it.

I smiled and offered him to bite which he accepted. "Thanks. You don't have to do such things. It might be a bother."

"Don't think that way!" He scolded and scratched his head. "I like seeing your reaction when you eat what I bake."

I pursed my lips and looked away. My chest automatically thumped at his words. I might not die of diabetes but pretty sure I won't survive if Armin kept his sweet words everyday.

"D-Did I.. Did I said something wrong? Was it uncomfortable?" Armin asked worriedly. I stared at him and bit my tongue.

"You did not at all." I put the muffin down and placed my arms on his shoulder as I whispered on his ear. "Not. At. All."

I parted my lips and blew gently on his ear that made him red. I kept my chuckle when I felt his hand on my waist. I busied myself by planting small kisses on his neck to his cheeks.

"Are we.. doing it in this broad daylight?" He asked. I leaned back and stared at his lips. He tried wetting it by licking it with his tongue as his eyes hovered on my lips as well.

"Is there a problem?" I raised a brow. He smiled and shook his head.

"Nothing." He said as he leaned in and claimed my mouth like he owned it. My back arched on the table behind me, slowly pushing myself up to sit.

Armin slurped my tongue, pushing aside the used baking tools. I brushed my fingers on his soft hair. Unlike Eren, Armin doesn't used any hair wax. I like how my fingers were perfect on his hair.

Everything is perfect every inches of Armin's precious body. I tilted my head, giving him access to suck my neck. At this point, I don't mind him marking my skin.

"Y/N," He leaned back, hovering on top of me. His hands are both on my side as my elbows were pushing me up for support.

"Hmm.. What is it?" I whispered and watched his chest, rise and fall from catching his breath. His mouth parted like he want to say something but it immediately fall closed and looked away.

My brows raised, lifting my fingers to his chin and made him look back to me. "What is it, Armin?" I said. His right hand rested beside me, trembling. "Say it. Do you want something from me?" I brushed his bangs that was falling to his eyes.

His eyes were shaking after getting flustered as he leaned on my shoulders with his heavy breath.
"I want to.."

"You want to..?" I repeated.

He sighed on my ears. "I want to taste you, Y/N."

How adorable!!

I used my hand to push him from leaning on my chest and used my other hand to lift my skirt. "Good thing I wore this." I grinned, pulling his hair and pushed him down as I sat on the edge of the table. "Do it."

He was almost kneeling on the floor after I lightly pushed her. I felt bad for suddenly doing it but he didn't showed any signs of disapointment. In fact, it was the opposite.

His hand went to my legs. For an architect and a baker like him, he has such a soft hands. It felt good on my skin, travelling to my inner thighs and spliting them apart.